NoCap, YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Flags To The Sky lyrics

Ayy, turn me up B ayy, that bitch Y, YB ask
Me like, "What you love, cap?"
(LC) i told him, "I don't know, I don't
Love, now, I'm just gon' stay real
I'ma stay me"

Flags to the sky, this for my BaBa
Say I miss you
Hope you got your prayer beads
I been prayin' for you
Just know I'm with you
And I would lose it all
After everything we been through (Oh)
Anywhere we shoot it out
How the fuck can I just forget you?
(Bap, bap, bap) double cup, I'm poured up
Spent two hundred K, I'm frozed up
Bless him with a fifty ball even though
He ain't never let me hold nothin'
Bangin' real hard like a bounty hunter
Real right, sex, money, murder
Tryna split you, wish we gon' zip the bitch
We don't never stop 'til we murk somethin'

You can have my heart whole
No, we don't do no splittin'
Like who you kiddin'?
You treatin' me bad like
I done done somethin'
Straight from my cell block
Hot box in a Rolls
Where them birds out, it's the safest
I done camped out where it was vacant
I done broke plenty hearts without a code

Straight up out that dope hole
I'm not from Indianapolis
But I spent two thousand on one coat
My niggas in the streets, throwin' signs
But they ain't protesting
My nigga murder for some diamonds
Catch a body for some baguettes
Too many niggas died on that same block
I'm standin'
My head up to the sky while my roof panoramic
I be wantin' to talk to God, soon as He call
I don't answer i got real life problems
I'm tryna stay up off them cameras
I ain't goin' back broke
And I ain't sellin' my soul
Told you it is what it is
I ain't say I'm sorry came from apartments
I got niggas in that cage like Jeff Hardy

Flags to the sky, this for my BaBa
Say I miss you
Hope you got your prayer beads
I been prayin' for you
Just know I'm with you
And I would lose it all
After everything we been through (Oh)
Anywhere we shoot it out
How the fuck can I just forget you?
(Bap, bap, bap) double cup, I'm poured up
Spent two hundred K, I'm frozed up
Bless him with a fifty ball even though
He ain't never let me hold nothin'
Bangin' real hard like a bounty hunter
Real right, sex, money, murder
Tryna split you, wish we gon' zip the bitch
We don't never stop 'til we murk somethin'
Too many niggas died on that same block
I'm standin'
My head up to the sky while my roof panoramic
I be wantin' to talk to God, soon as he call
I don't answer i got real-life problems
I'm tryna stay up off them cameras oh oh
Rolls